I was sitting on a bench in the garden with the late Duchess. I don't know how I knew this but I knew we were waiting for someone. "Mom, who are we waiting for?" I asked the Duchess.
She smiled. "Your father."
I froze. "My Dad? The Duke?"
"Yes. He'll be here soon."
I frowned. If this was a dream, wouldn't he already be here? "This is a dream, right?" I asked feeling stupid for even asking.
But she answered! "Yes, he found out this is the only way he could speak with you."
"Okay." I fell silent for a minute. "I wish Lord Flame didn't kill you."
"Me too. But he was jealous of Griffin so he changed sides." She sighed. "Roland always knew how to hold a grudge."
I blinked. "Roland?"
"My younger brother," a male voice said.
My head snapped up and then my eyes widened. A man fitting the description of my father stood in front of us. The Duchess had described him quite well. Though I just can't picture him with my birth mother. "D-Dad?" I said.
He smiled. "Hello, Sylvia."
